The Rift
By: Walt Cronin
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Description
Trying to heal the rift inside me after coming home from Vietnam
Lyrics
When I was younger I often wondered Just couldn’t know then What my life was to be Then I was older I was a soldier Led to the places That left me bereaved That left me bereaved What is the reason of all these things? What can be so hard to see? What is the reason of all these things? How it left it’s mark on me Came home a stranger Consumed by anger Of the world that had left me all on my own All on my own So then I drifted But never fitted into a life that I’d call my own That I’d call my own What is the reason of all these things? Whats so hard for me to see? What is the reason of all these things? To be the man I wish to be With years it lifted And I could listen I was not hopeless As I once thought to be That I thought to be So I slowly close the rift in me Breathing fresh the light of day Letting go of all the strains on me Forgiving what I must forgive Forgiving what I must forgive
